VHope Fluffshots

Car Crash

Hoseok and I were driving back home from dinner. It was late in the evening, and there wasn't any traffic on the road; just me and Hoseok. He was driving, since he never lets me drive. "I just want to spoil you," he always told me. Plus, he loved to drive. Back in high school, we'd always go out for evening drives. Plus, I preferred it when Hoseok drove anyways.

We were about ten miles from our house when it happened. I was holding Hoseok's hand as he drove, like always, when we collided head-on with the SEMI truck. The last thing I remembered was Hoseok's arm pushing me back, hand over my heart.

"Mr Kim, can you hear me?" a voice said. It was faint, but as I came to, it kept getting louder and louder. I opened my eyes to be greeted by a paramedic, who was waving a flashlight into my eyes. "His response is normal. Mr Kim, I need you to tell me your birthday and how old you are." I grumbled out the needed information, doing the same when she asked for Hoseok's. Speaking of.

"Where's Hoseok?" I asked, trying my best to look around the ambulance. My heart dropped when I saw Hoseok on a stretcher beside me, connected to all sorts of wires and tubes. I heard a heart monitor and noticed another paramedic forcing air in and out of Hoseok's lungs, desperately trying to keep him alive. "Mr Km, focus on me. We're almost there. We'll get you looked at and get Mr Jung sent to the ICU. But for right now, you have to focus," the lady said, forcing me to stare up at the ceiling of the ambulance for the rest of the journey.

All that happened to me was a tiny concussion, bruised ribs and a few scratches. Hoseok got the worst of it. Broken limbs, cracked ribs, major concussion, and collapsed lungs. He was on life support in the ICU and they wouldn't let me see him.

"Taehyung!" Jin said as he rushed into the ICU waiting room, crouching down in front of me. Jin was our friend group's man-mom. He was the oldest, and he felt like it was his job to protect us. Of course I called him before I called the others. I needed him the most.

Jin's face softened as he saw the tears streaming down my cheeks. "Oh, Taehyung. Shh," he cooed as he sat on the bench next to me and cradled me in his arms. Jin's hugs were something I needed right now, and only cried harder. "Hyung..." I sobbed uncontrollably into his neck as I hugged him back. Jin just let me cry, rocking me softly as he stroked the back of my head gently.

I was so scared for Hoseok. They had to force him into a coma in order to keep him alive. They told me he would need multiple surgeries in order to fix his broken bones and reinflate his lungs. My heart was hurting so much. My world was collapsing around me.

A new pair of arms encircled me, as did another. The others were obviously here, and it made me cry even harder against Jin. "TaeTae," Jimin whispered, pressing his chest against my back to sandwich me between him and Jin. I felt him rest his head on my shoulder. "It's going to be okay," Namjoon said from somewhere beside us. The hand combing through my hair told me that Jungkook was there too, and a rough hand on my arm told me that Yoongi was there as well.

We broke apart, and Jungkook replaced Jimin, pulling me to his chest while Jin held my hands. "Taehyung, look at me," Jin whispered in that motherly tone of his. My gaze traveled from our hands to his eyes, which were full of concern. "Everything's going to be okay. He's going to be just fine. I just know it," he said gently, giving me a tiny smile. I nodded and sniffled. "They told me that I can see him when he gets a room. They said the surgeries will take a while, and that they'd call me when he got a room," I said, earning a nod.

"How about we go back to your place and get you some clothes, then we all head back to Jin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung's place and spend the night?" Yoongi suggested, setting a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, that way you won't be alone. Please?" Jimin asked. I let out a shaky sigh and nodded, earning pats on my shoulders, light squeezes on my hands, my hair getting ruffled and a light squeeze around my torso.

"Hello, Mr Kim? We're calling about Jung Hoseok. You may come see him." I nearly burst into tears when I heard those words. "Hyung!" I called out for Jin, who was in the living room with the others. A minute later, the bedroom door opened, revealing a panicky Jin. "We can go see him now," I said with a smile.

As we drove to the hospital, I was terrified. Hoseok was still in a coma. What if he doesn't make it, and this was goodbye? My heart hurt at the thought.

We pulled into a parking spot and told the receptionist who we were going to visit. "Down the hall, last door on your left," she said quietly. I nodded and felt Jimin grab my hand as we walked down the hall to Hoseok's room.

"Taehyung, we'll be out here if you need us. It'll be okay," Namjoon said, urging me towards the door. I nodded and took a deep breath before opening the door.

My heart dropped as I stepped into the room. There was Hoseok; left arm casted, left leg casted, cuts and bruises littering his face. He had a neck brace on and a tube down his throat, forcing him to breathe. Various wires connected him to various machines, and I couldn't help but cry as I slowly walked over to him.

I pulled up a chair and sat down by his bed, looking him over. He looked like a corpse. "H-Hobi..." My voice came out small and unsure, like this was all some sort of nightmare. I took his uninjured hand in mine, slowly bringing it up to kiss his fingers gently.

"Wake up, please wake up. I need you here with me. Please don't leave me, Hobi," I cried softly against his hand, placing a kiss on his palm. I kept his hand in mine and gently laid my head on his uninjured thigh, placing our hands on the bed. "I love you, my Angel. I love you so much."

I woke up to someone running their fingers through my hair. My hand wasn't holding Hoseok's anymore, and I started to panic. The same hand moved from my hair to my cheek, stroking my face gently. I looked up to Hoseok's face, and I wanted to cry. He was awake, tube and neck brace gone, with a smile on his face.

"Hobi," I sniffled, burying my face in his thigh. Hoseok sighed and wiped away my tears. "Shh, Tae. I'm okay, I promise. I would never leave you," he whispered, brushing my bangs out of my face. I nodded and moved to hover over him, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. "I love you," Hoseok mumbled against my lips. "I love you more," I whispered, locking us in another kiss.

I was gentle when Hoseok was released. He couldn't really do much by himself, and he was always really irritated and frustrated. We argued a lot.

"I'm sorry," Hoseok said quietly. We were currently on the couch, watching a documentary on Africa. "For what?" I asked, looking over at him. He was staring at the floor, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. "I've been such a pain in the ass since I came home. I do appreciate everything you've done, Tae. I just feel so useless, and I'm guilty."

I shook my head and pulled him into my lap, kissing the side of his head. "Hobi-hyung, it's okay. I know that you're angry, but you're healing. Don't feel guilty and don't beat yourself up. How about we take a bath together, yeah? We can forget about everything for a while and just be together," I hummed, kissing his neck. Hoseok sighed and I knew I won him over.

I made sure to keep Hoseok's casts dry as we sat in the bath together. He was resting in between my legs, with his back to my chest. I held him close as I trailed kisses up the side of his neck and along his jaw, tilting his head so I could kiss his lips. "Mm, Tae... Thank you for taking care of me," he mumbled when I trailed my kisses back down his neck. I hummed and nuzzled against him sweetly.

"I'm just glad you're okay."